Love, New York
New York, 55th Street
I miss New York
Empire State
The subway the
theatre wait
The Music Box
that actor’s power
twist of fate
Vertical Hour
Central Park
and Union Square
spring magic floating
in the air
the yellow cabs
the “post no Bills”
to feel like running
down the hills
the Brooklyn Bridge
NYPD
it suddenly
is clear to me
I miss Times Square
And forty two
But most of all
I’m missing you
It made a journey
so complete
as Love was right
there on the street
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That’s really nice.
(Who could Post No Bills?)
Pathetic? Not in the least. I liked it!
Lovely. It’s like a song. And of course, we’re in on teh joke abou Bills :)
Thank you all three. I admit it – I like it as well, it’s the definition of New York for me. A city I thought I didn’t really like, until I visited it for the second time. Now I like it a bit too much!
Ingrid,
I liked your poem … not pathetic in the least. You should be writing more!
Thanks Kate. There are quite some of them around on this site if you’re interested.
http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/category/pathetic-poetry/
It’s a WONDEFUL poem, and you are very appropriately mysterious.
Wonderful words.
My lover sent this to me, whilst I was in NYC and he was at home.
And it helped me say ‘I love you’, which I don’t do so very often.
Because it was so very beautiful, and meant so much from him to me.
So thank you.